"If you want to go, then go. This might be your last chance to race openly!"
A woman, who had come up to the middle-aged man unbeknownst to him, gently held his hand with a soft smile on her face.
"I know you’ve always had a dream of racing bikes, but you stopped for me and the kids. This is a chance to serve the country—don’t miss it!"
Hearing her words, the middle-aged man smiled with joy. He picked up the helmet beside him and walked towards the warehouse.
When the warehouse door opened, a black mountain bike stood silently there. The bike was spotless, but it was clear it hadn’t been used in a long time. The middle-aged man put on his helmet and gently stroked the bike.
"Old buddy, this might be our last battle together!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his phone rang. Seeing the number, a faint smile appeared on his face.
When he answered the call, he didn’t even get a chance to speak before an excited voice from the other end spoke.
"So, are you ready to conquer the mountain roads? This is a rare chance to ride the ’fire road!’"
The caller was a friend of the middle-aged man. They had participated in some underground races, and his friend was a skilled motorcycle mechanic.
"To be honest, I don’t have the skill to ride a motorcycle up that mountain, but I can certainly help maintain the bikes that will go up!"
"Good to see you have a conscience!"
The middle-aged man said into the phone. After setting a time, both of them rode towards the mountain.
Every car on the entire street was neatly parked on both sides of the road. They did this to make way for the motorcycles.
Many mountain bikes, accompanied by the sound of invisible engines roaring, sped towards the burning mountain. To everyone’s surprise, the gas station also sent refueling vehicles to the gathering spots. They said the fire couldn’t wait, so the riders shouldn’t have to go further to refuel.
The reporter covering the scene couldn’t help but shed tears. She noticed these so-called knights were all in their twenties, with some just coming of age, yet their faces displayed a rare maturity.
"At this moment, I believe we should call them ’Ghost Fire Knights’ rather than ’Ghost Fire Youths.’ These young people are carrying fire-fighting supplies and charging towards the mountaintop!"
The reporter struggled to control her emotions. As her voice played, it was accompanied by the roar of motorcycles, broadcasted to the entire nation, moving everyone who watched.
"The saying goes, ’When the young are strong, the nation is strong.’ With these youths, the Dragon Country can continue to thrive!"
An elderly man in a wheelchair watched the news with a proud expression.
"Old friends, do you see this? This is the hope you fought so hard to protect. These young saplings have grown into robust trees, ready to shelter the next generation!"
His voice choked slightly as he spoke. He bowed his head and gently stroked the medal on his chest, as if it were a rare treasure.
Meanwhile, Lin Beichen continued to sit cross-legged. He clearly felt his understanding of the Fire Element had deepened once again.
"It shouldn’t be long before I can safely lead them out of here."
A faint smile appeared on Lin Beichen’s lips. At the same time, the firefighters and Dragon Army members fighting the fire wore strained expressions.
Despite their efforts, they couldn’t supply the fire-fighting materials promptly as they were about to run out of equipment.
"Listen, reinforcements are here!"